The moon shone high in the sky, its small light penetrating through the high number of trees. Aveline held the note tightly in her hands, her heart pounding as she read it again:
"They are watching you. Trust no one—not even him. A meeting is planned tomorrow in the village east of the ridge. If you want answers, come alone."
The words sent a chill down her spine. The thought of a coup within her pack was already terrifying, but the mention of both packs being affected left her stumbling. The implications were disturbing, this was no ordinary rebellion but with lots she can't understand at the moment.
She looked at Gabriel, who was trying to get a sleep fitfully on a chair by the fireplace. His face, filled by exhaustion and old scars, was still a picture of steadfastness. Yet the warning in the note played in her mind: "Not even him."
